Before they knew it, it was time to go back to school. They all dragged
their trunks down the stairs into Mr. Weasleys beat up car. They arrived
earlier then usual, they got the compartment they wanted, and even had time
to mingle outside the train. There was no run ins with Draco Malfoy, which
was a good way to start the year. Draco Malfoy was Harrys arch enemy. For
some reason, they didn't see eye to eye and since their first year have
loathed each other. They met Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan on their way
to the train. Dean had grown a few inches and Seamus looked his regular
self. When they saw Pansy Parkinson with arms locked with Draco Malfoy,
they decided to board the train. They shared the compartment with Ginny,
and unfortunately, Luna Lovegood. Ginny explained if Ron didn't let them
sit with them, that he would tell the whole world about his -, Ron stopped
her there and grimly agreed.
A few hours later of idle chitchat they finally arrived at Hogwarts. Harry thought ten more minutes with Luna Lovegood would drive him over the edge to insanity. The Great Hall was warm and welcoming. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat together near the end of the long Gryffindor table. In the seat for the defense against the dark arts teacher was empty. There were whispers everywhere. Dean even walked down to the three to report some gossip about the situation he had heard Lavender saying to Ginny. Before any more rumors could be spread, the Hogwarts sorting hat was brought out. It had the same song it used the year before and the first years were brought out. One by one they sat and got placed. The Gryffindors cheered when they received Samantha Conner, George DeMichaels, Ryan Errol (Ron thought it to be funny the boy had the same last name as his old family owl), Rachel Henderson (a muggle born originally from the states), Amy Thomas (Deans younger sister), Emily Munder, Mindy Netts, Steven Opps, and Thomas Dean (everyone thought it was quite funny how his name was Deans backwards). At the end of the feast, Ron and Hermione gathered the first years and led them to the common room. Harry walked with Dean to the room, congratulating him and his sister. Dean was quite proud of her. Harry smiled, this year would be good.
"Those first years were quite nice," Hermione said taking her usual chair by the fire. Ron shrugged.
"That Emily is girl kept looking at me funny," he said taking off his robe, for it was quite warm in there. Hermione and Harry did the same.
"That's because she likes you Ron, I overheard her saying to that Mindy, 'Ron sure is great, and cute. I think I like him!'" Hermione said, breaking out into laughter. Ron groaned and sunk into his seat. Harry simply smiled.
"I simply cannot wait until we have Defense against the dark arts, I'm dying to see who our new teacher is!" Hermione said staring into the fire. Harry looked into the fire as well and a great feeling of depression came upon him. He suddenly remembered the late night visits he and Sirus had before he was killed. Hermione also felt this and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I miss him too," Ron said looking at his feet. Hermione smiled and wiped her eyes.
"No need to dwell on the past," she said trying not to cry.
"Yeah, but it does feel sort of good to remember," Harry said sighing. Ron moved his chair closer to Hermione, who was now sobbing. He lifted her chin and smiled.
"It'll be alright, we all miss him. We understand," Hermione smiled and threw her arms around Rons' neck. Ron began to cough.
"Bloody hell, why did I say that?" Hermione finally let go, she wasn't crying anymore.
"I'm off to bed then. School starts tomorrow, I cant wait." And she walked up to the girls' dormitory. Ron rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why does she always do that?" he asked Harry. Harry shrugged. After another hour or so they went up to the bed themselves. Tomorrow they would meet their new teacher.
* * *
Their first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone was buzzing about it. They would be the first students to know who the new teacher was. Hermione nearly ran to the classroom. Her, Harry, and Ron were the first ones there. There wasn't even a teacher there. Ron, Hermione, and Harry sat at the table in the front. The room slowly filled. It appeared they would be taking this class with the Ravenclaws. Cho sat at the table behind Harry. He really wished she didn't though. It only made him feel uptight. The last thing he needed during this class. After five minutes of waiting, a man entered the room. He was tall and skinny with wild blonde hair. He wasn't smiling. The black cape he wore trailed behind him. The class sat up straight and shut up. No one wanted to get in trouble the first day.
"My name is Professor Dwight." The man spoke in a high voice, he didn't sound like how he looked. A few people laughed. He started to talk about the class and what they would be learning this year, then assigned an outline essay on what they would be learning that year. Hermione took down every word he said, so most of the Gryiffindors were asking her to see her notes. She reluctantly let everyone copy her notes so they could write their essay. At least they were asking her to write the essay itself.
"That new teacher gives me the creeps. He looks so evil, but sounds so young, like as in teenager young," Ron said halfway through the essay. Harry nodded.
"Well at least he has a clear plan on what we are going to be doing this year. And he seems to know a lot of stuff from what he was talking about. Personally, I think this teacher will work out," Hermione said not even looking up. Ron looked at Harry who shook his head. After two hours the essay was done. It was a good thing it was the only homework they were assigned. Hermione decided to go to bed earlier due to the excess amount of help she had to give out while all the Gryffindor sixth years struggled with the essay.
"Angelina told me today quidditch would be staring at the end of the week," Harry told Ron while he picked up his books. Ron smiled and nodded.
"As I was saying before, that teacher is weird. Like very weird." Ron said putting all his papers in order.
"I couldn't agree more Ron. There is just something about him, something that bothers me."
"Could it be the fact that Hermione actually likes him? Lockhart doesn't count, it was mainly on his looks," Ron asked.
"Maybe, its just there is something about him that bothers me. I don't know, I should sleep on it. Ron nodded and they started towards the boys' dormitory when Ginny started down the stairs.
"What are you doing up?" Ron hissed under his breath. Ginny rubbed her eyes and looked surprised to see them.
"Nothing, go to bed!" she hissed back and went and sat on the couch. Ron shrugged and he and Harry went up the stairs. Ron was still talking about his sister being out of bed. Harry told him just not to worry about it, it was probably nothing. Ron was convinced she was sneaking out to see a boy. Now that Ron was her only older brother here at Hogwarts he would have to keep a VERY close watch on her. Harry suggested she was only going to finish her essay for Professor Dwight; he DID give the fifth years an essay to. Unsure, they both went to sleep. They would ask her in the morning . . .
A few hours later of idle chitchat they finally arrived at Hogwarts. Harry thought ten more minutes with Luna Lovegood would drive him over the edge to insanity. The Great Hall was warm and welcoming. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat together near the end of the long Gryffindor table. In the seat for the defense against the dark arts teacher was empty. There were whispers everywhere. Dean even walked down to the three to report some gossip about the situation he had heard Lavender saying to Ginny. Before any more rumors could be spread, the Hogwarts sorting hat was brought out. It had the same song it used the year before and the first years were brought out. One by one they sat and got placed. The Gryffindors cheered when they received Samantha Conner, George DeMichaels, Ryan Errol (Ron thought it to be funny the boy had the same last name as his old family owl), Rachel Henderson (a muggle born originally from the states), Amy Thomas (Deans younger sister), Emily Munder, Mindy Netts, Steven Opps, and Thomas Dean (everyone thought it was quite funny how his name was Deans backwards). At the end of the feast, Ron and Hermione gathered the first years and led them to the common room. Harry walked with Dean to the room, congratulating him and his sister. Dean was quite proud of her. Harry smiled, this year would be good.
"Those first years were quite nice," Hermione said taking her usual chair by the fire. Ron shrugged.
"That Emily is girl kept looking at me funny," he said taking off his robe, for it was quite warm in there. Hermione and Harry did the same.
"That's because she likes you Ron, I overheard her saying to that Mindy, 'Ron sure is great, and cute. I think I like him!'" Hermione said, breaking out into laughter. Ron groaned and sunk into his seat. Harry simply smiled.
"I simply cannot wait until we have Defense against the dark arts, I'm dying to see who our new teacher is!" Hermione said staring into the fire. Harry looked into the fire as well and a great feeling of depression came upon him. He suddenly remembered the late night visits he and Sirus had before he was killed. Hermione also felt this and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I miss him too," Ron said looking at his feet. Hermione smiled and wiped her eyes.
"No need to dwell on the past," she said trying not to cry.
"Yeah, but it does feel sort of good to remember," Harry said sighing. Ron moved his chair closer to Hermione, who was now sobbing. He lifted her chin and smiled.
"It'll be alright, we all miss him. We understand," Hermione smiled and threw her arms around Rons' neck. Ron began to cough.
"Bloody hell, why did I say that?" Hermione finally let go, she wasn't crying anymore.
"I'm off to bed then. School starts tomorrow, I cant wait." And she walked up to the girls' dormitory. Ron rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why does she always do that?" he asked Harry. Harry shrugged. After another hour or so they went up to the bed themselves. Tomorrow they would meet their new teacher.
* * *
Their first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone was buzzing about it. They would be the first students to know who the new teacher was. Hermione nearly ran to the classroom. Her, Harry, and Ron were the first ones there. There wasn't even a teacher there. Ron, Hermione, and Harry sat at the table in the front. The room slowly filled. It appeared they would be taking this class with the Ravenclaws. Cho sat at the table behind Harry. He really wished she didn't though. It only made him feel uptight. The last thing he needed during this class. After five minutes of waiting, a man entered the room. He was tall and skinny with wild blonde hair. He wasn't smiling. The black cape he wore trailed behind him. The class sat up straight and shut up. No one wanted to get in trouble the first day.
"My name is Professor Dwight." The man spoke in a high voice, he didn't sound like how he looked. A few people laughed. He started to talk about the class and what they would be learning this year, then assigned an outline essay on what they would be learning that year. Hermione took down every word he said, so most of the Gryiffindors were asking her to see her notes. She reluctantly let everyone copy her notes so they could write their essay. At least they were asking her to write the essay itself.
"That new teacher gives me the creeps. He looks so evil, but sounds so young, like as in teenager young," Ron said halfway through the essay. Harry nodded.
"Well at least he has a clear plan on what we are going to be doing this year. And he seems to know a lot of stuff from what he was talking about. Personally, I think this teacher will work out," Hermione said not even looking up. Ron looked at Harry who shook his head. After two hours the essay was done. It was a good thing it was the only homework they were assigned. Hermione decided to go to bed earlier due to the excess amount of help she had to give out while all the Gryffindor sixth years struggled with the essay.
"Angelina told me today quidditch would be staring at the end of the week," Harry told Ron while he picked up his books. Ron smiled and nodded.
"As I was saying before, that teacher is weird. Like very weird." Ron said putting all his papers in order.
"I couldn't agree more Ron. There is just something about him, something that bothers me."
"Could it be the fact that Hermione actually likes him? Lockhart doesn't count, it was mainly on his looks," Ron asked.
"Maybe, its just there is something about him that bothers me. I don't know, I should sleep on it. Ron nodded and they started towards the boys' dormitory when Ginny started down the stairs.
"What are you doing up?" Ron hissed under his breath. Ginny rubbed her eyes and looked surprised to see them.
"Nothing, go to bed!" she hissed back and went and sat on the couch. Ron shrugged and he and Harry went up the stairs. Ron was still talking about his sister being out of bed. Harry told him just not to worry about it, it was probably nothing. Ron was convinced she was sneaking out to see a boy. Now that Ron was her only older brother here at Hogwarts he would have to keep a VERY close watch on her. Harry suggested she was only going to finish her essay for Professor Dwight; he DID give the fifth years an essay to. Unsure, they both went to sleep. They would ask her in the morning . . .